Page 80 of Imperfection is Beauty

His body was wrapped tightly around mine, his cock still inside of me, his face was buried in my hair, but I heard him nonetheless, “Name it, Shortcake.”

Turning my head so I could see his face, he lifted his own, and the moment I had his eyes I demanded, “Never shave your beard and you can have access to me anytime.”

He winked, “That’s a condition I don’t have to hesitate to agree to.”

“Now I love you being inside of me, but I need a shower, and then… if you want a midnight snack, my body will be ready.”

Before I knew what was happening, his cock was out of my pussy, his arms were around my body, hauling me to the shower at a fast clip.

I was laughing so hard all the way into the shower that had it not been for him keeping his eyes on me, I would have walked into the glass shower door.

What did he do, he chuckled.

That was it. He just chuckled.

And then he pressed a kiss on the tip of my nose, then whispered, “Wouldn’t change a single fucking thing about you, Shortcake.”

Chapter 18

Marcus

As I lay there, Scarlett curled up to my side, her long red hair still somewhat damp from the shower we had taken together, the scent of her shampoo drifting up to my nostrils.

I inhaled deeply, wanting that smell to remain with me for all time.

Honey. Lavender. Cinnamon.

And then, it happened.

She rolled over.

Carefully, and quietly, I got up, moved through the apartment and to the thermostat, and turned it down.

Then, after I made sure a second time that the place was safe and secure, I headed back to my room, got back under the covers, and wrapped my body around hers.

All the while ensuring she was covered so she wouldn’t be cold.

Thankfully, she didn’t make me feel like an asshole, not like my ex-wife did any time she felt the chill in her bedroom when she did come home... no… don’t you dare go there. That fucking woman has no place in this bed with her, or in my head at all for that matter. And no way is her kind of stink touching this woman.

Over my cold, dead, body.

Closing my eyes, I buried my face in her neck as she moved backward, further into my body.

The feel of her.

The smell of her.

It all wrapped around me like a warm embrace.

I finally allowed the sleep that had been tugging at my tired body after the game to come calling.

I always thought that Aliyah was the standard I needed to hold women to.

But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Then… Before I fell asleep, she muttered the sweetest words I'd ever heard.

And I knew that they would forever be embedded deep inside my brain.

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